It has been 2 days since my incident with Scale. Now I can whisper. I have to tell someone to speak for me though. Even though once today I was able to talk normally, but it was an awful sound. I called in sick today at the bar and Frank understood. I told I him that I had strep throat, so couldn't come to work. He said that I had to get it fixed by Thursday or we'd have to talk. Which also meant that I'm fired. Right now I was sitting in bed watching the Lion King for the hundredth time today, sitting in a pink tank top, that showed off all my tattoos, and men boxers. Yah I like boxers, and there is nothing wrong with that. they're so much more comfier, and I can where them all the time. I got the ones that had the buttons, because well, you can guess. Anyway, well, right now I was silently singing along with 'Be Prepared' because I can, when a knock came to my bedroom door. I hit pause on the movie and got up from my bed. I opened the door and standing there was Bruce.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." I whispered.

"So, I got you the tea you like, you always said that it helps your throat sometimes." Bruce said handing me the can of tea. It was an Arnold Palmer, half iced tea, half lemonade, if you didn't know.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Look I'll be in the living room if you need anything." I nodded and closed the bedroom door as Bruce went down the hall. I popped open the can, and took a sip.

"Oh sweet Jesus that's good." I whispered as I swallowed the drink, taking another sip. I got back under my covers and continued watching The Lion King, because ya know what, Disney Movies are for every age.

By the time, I finished watching all the movies that I had in my computer, it was 7 in the afternoon. I wanted to go outside and run around like a hyper a child that had just drank a caffeinated coffee that had pounds of sugar, than drank 2 mountain dews. I wanted to be free. It wasn't easy, ya know, living your whole life on the run. To think that maybe to just let him have you so the pain will just be over with. Yes, I've though of suicide because if my powers, but pretty soon I figured out how to control them with the help from Bruce. I'd call him from Wisconsin, when I'd be ready to flip out, and he would calm me down and tell me what to do, to help out on it. He has been there for me, and I'm glad. If he wasn't, I wouldn't be here right now. Scale would've found me sooner, and I'd probably be dead, if you haven't figured that out sooner.

Right now, I was blinking off to sleep, but I couldn't help the feeling I was being watched, I looked at my window. Nothing...weird. I opened it up as I was tackled. I nearly screamed, but a hand went over my mouth. I opened my eyes then rolled them, it was Clint. I pushed him off me and got up.

"What the hell man?!" I said as best I could. Dang, I sounded like I smoke 5 packs a day. "What was that for? You could've used the front door."

"I know, but, I wanted to just talk to you." Clint said standing up himself.

"There's a thing called a cell phone, use it sometime."

"I needed to tell you face to face."

"What is it?"

"Well, the word of you being a top secret mythical creature has been spread faster than you think. And it may have to SHIELD." My mouth dropped and my eye twitched.

"Who?" I was angry. I was going to beat the hell out of whoever did it.

"What?"

"Who. Did. It." I said through gritted teeth. Clint took a deep breath and whispered,

"Me."

"What was that?"

"It was me." I took his shirt and twisted it for a better grip and my unsheathed my claws. Clint looked at me with scared eyes. I realized what I did and let him go and hugged him. Clint hugged me back, and he started rubbing my back for comfort.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I haven't been outside in a while, and its been getting to me. It's not your fault for telling."

"No it is. Director Fury must've heard me."

"Just one question,"

"Yes?" Clint pulled away so he was facing me.

"What is SHIELD?"